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Chapters (29)
  1. Introduction
  2. Spring Training WELCOME TO NEXT YEAR
  3. March 25th
  4. April/May WHO ARE THESE GUYS?
  5. April 4th
  6. April 10th
  7. April 18th
  8. April 29th
  9. May 11th
  10. May 23rd
  11. June THE JUNE SWOON
  12. June 20th
  13. July TURN THE PAGE
  14. July 15th
  15. July 24th
  16. August THE HOTTEST AUGUST ON RECORD
  17. August 17th
  18. September/October HANGIN’ TOUGH
  19. September 14th
  20. September 17th
  21. October 2nd
  22. The ALDS SOMEBODY GOT-TA PAY
  23. October 8th
  24. The ALCS BEYOND THUNDERDOME
  25. October 19th/ALCS Game 5
  26. The World Series THE POSSIBLE DREAM
  27. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  28. BOSTON RED SOX 2004 STATS
  29. Copyright

Red Sox rooters looking for additional reasons to believe—and surely any would come in handy, considering that the 2004 Cardinals won more games than any other pro baseball team—might consider this: in theNLCS, the home team won every game. And in this World Series, the Red Sox have the home field advantage.

And have it thanks to Manny Ramirez’s first-inning home run in the All-Star Game off of… Roger Clemens.

The World Series THE POSSIBLE DREAM

The World Series

THE POSSIBLE DREAM

October 23rd/World Series Game 1

SK: I think Wake is a GREAT choice for Game 1. Sure he’s a risk, but he’d be MY choice; he might tie those big thumpas in knots. Even if he doesn’t, I give Francona kudos for giving Timmy the ball. And for God’s sake, he’s gonna put Mirabelli behind the plate, right? Right.

Seeya 5:30,

Steve “I Still Believe” King

I’d violently disagree with Steve—Wake is his boy as much as Dave McCarty is mine, and Wake’s been plain awful this year, besides the few usual wins in Tampa; the best thing he did was volunteer to mop up in Game 3 against the Yanks and give Lowe his spot in the rotation[83]—but I’m out the door and sailing across I-84 before Steve’s e-mail reaches me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a World Series, and I aim to get my fill.

The souvenir shops around the park don’t open until noon. At eleven-thirty, lines of eager buyers stretch far down the block. The amount of free junk people are handing out is astounding—papers, posters, buttons, stickers, pictures, temporary tattoos, Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Fans are staggering around with bags of the crap, in total material overload. When the stores open, barkers with bullhorns herd customers into switchbacked ropes—“This line only for World Series and AL Champion merchandise—this line only!”

Hanging out by the parking lot eight hours before game time, the autograph hunters are treated to an impromptu concert by Steven Tyler as he runs his sound check for tonight’s anthem. Steven doesn’t actually sing the song, he just blows an A on his harmonica and runs through an ascending series of bluesy scales, and sounds great—a cool reminder that Aerosmith started out as an electric blues band influenced by the early Stones, the Yard-birds and Muddy Waters.

After that, PA announcer Carl Beane warms his pipes, rumbling: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the National League Champion, St. Louis Cardinals,” over and over, as if he might have trouble with it later. He goes through a fantastical lineup: “Batting first, number one… Carl… Beane.” A minute later, “Batting fourth, number nine… Ted… Williams,” and the crowd outside applauds. “Batting fifth, number six… Stan… Musial.”